Sunshine shone down on the blonde's sleeping face. Sweat trickled down his forehead, and the pillowcase had been stained red with blood.

Petals were scattered all over the room, some orange, the other red. Denki stirred and slowly opened his eyes, his throat hurt worse than it ever had before, like a knife had been tearing up his throat. He also felt incredibly nauseated.

"Fuck..." he murmured, sitting up and surveying his disastrous room, "all this and it's only the second fucking day."

Kaminari lifted himself off the bed, then instantly regretted the sudden action. He clutched at his stomach and turned a sickly shade of putrid green. He tried to keep back the bile rising in his throat. Tears pricked at his eyes before he gave up and retched onto the floor.

Denki whimpered slightly as he sat back on his bed. He felt dizzy and like he was about to pass out at any moment. This he contributed to the blood loss. Everything inside him screamed to lie down and go back to sleep, but he knew he should try to eat something.

He went to the bathroom and washed out his mouth before stumbling down the hallway to the kitchen, he pulled open the fridge and pulled out a leftover sandwich, and began to eat. He groaned and had to force himself to keep his food down, all it tasted like was dried blood.

He glanced at his phone on the table and picked it up. He blinked and guilt washed over him as he saw he had 24 missed calls, and 57 text messages. All from his friends. He opened his phone and went to Sero's number and called him, he didn't feel like talking to anyone but Sero. Especially not Kirishima or Bakugou.

"HEYYY!!" Sero's voice yelled through the phone, Kaminari winced and had to hold the phone a little ways away from his ear.

"Why did you leave so suddenly yesterday? Are you okay dude? We were all worried about you!" the raven-haired boy continued while Denki continued to eat what he could of the sandwich.

"Sorry bro," Denki said, he swallowed and put his plate in the dishwasher, "I guess i must've eaten something bad..."

Denki's gaze traveled to the random petals around the floor of the house from when he had burst through the door, unable to stop coughing.

"Are you feeling any better? Do you need us to come over and keep you company or anything?" Sero asked, like the good big brother he was.

"No," Denki replied hurriedly, he didn't want anyone seeing him like this.

He was too confused about the situation himself, let alone trying to explain it to someone else. They would probably say he was faking it or some shit. Denki himself was still having a hard time believing he had this weird disease.

"Okay..." Sero said, "Well, I hope you get better by Monday!" he said, "oh! Also, you should call Kirishima, he seemed really worried about you."

Denki felt the petals rising up in his throat again.

Kirishima was worried? Could that possibly be true? No, not like that. Denki was Kirishima's friend. That was it.

"I'll text him," Denki said, stifling a cough.

Sero hesitated before saying, "Denki are you sure you don't want me to come over?"

"I'm sure," Kaminari replied firmly, he hung up without waiting for Sero's reply.

The blonde boy went over to the couch and laid down, staring at the ceiling. His brain was still trying to comprehend what was happening.

He was dying, that much was obvious. All his dreams, his hopes of becoming a hero, flushed down the toilet. Replaced by pain.

Denki had never understood the term "Love can kill." But now he understood it better than he ever could have.

"Focus!" Denki said, sitting up and staring at his hands, if he was going to die, he didn't want his last days to be like this.

Cooped up in his house, isolated from everyone he loved. He wanted to have fun, be happy, hang out with his friends. Most importantly, he didn't want to pity himself. He didn't want to mope around, or for anyone to feel sorry for him. That could be done after he was gone.

For now, he had to find out how he was going to hide this from his friends and the UA Faculty.

~Time Skip Brought To You By Your Lazy As Fuck Author-Chan~

Sunday Night

"So as long as I wear a mask, I'm able to keep the petals from spilling out....that should work..." Denki murmured, he had gone to the convenience store earlier that mourning.

He had found a red mask he could use to hide the blood and petals. That would have to do for now. He had also found that taking Advil would help alleviate the symptoms to some degree.

But still, something felt missing, he had determined what he was going to do before he died, but what about after? What if his death was so sudden no one knew what had happened to him?

Denki looked down at the floor, mulling over his options, before finally taking out his school notebook and pen, which were thankfully blank.

Letters, that would be the best idea. That way he could tell them after the fact, without leaving them too angry. Because he did want to explain to them, he just...couldn't. He wasn't strong enough to handle the sadness and pain.

Also, maybe if he just ignored the fact he had the disease, then all this wouldn't seem so real.

Denki looked at the piece of paper, he wanted to start writing, but the words wouldn't come to him. He sided and put away his notebook and pencil and went to his room.

~Another Fucking Time Skip~

BEEEEPPP BEEPPPPP

Denki groaned and pulled his pillow over his ears, blinding reaching out his hand to turn off the alarm clock. He growled as he couldn't seem to find the off button. There was a snap of electricity and Kaminari smelled smoke.

"Not againnn" Denki whined, sitting up to see if there was any bad damage.

The alarm clock was probably fried at this point.

Denki got up and hurriedly got dressed, wanting to get to class early so he wouldn't meet anyone in the halls. Dashing out the door he started for the bus stop.

When he got to UA, he found that actually, quite a few students got there super early. Probably because they were taking stuff back to their dorm rooms since everyone usually spent the weekends at a friend's house or with their parents.

Denki slipped on his mask and hurriedly started for his classroom, hoping he wouldn't run into anyone he knew.

Fate, however, had different plans for him.

"Kamibro!" Denki heard his shark-toothed friend calling, he grimaced as he felt the ache build up in his chest.

He turned around to face his friends, Mina, Kirishima, Bakugou, and Sero.

"Hey guys," Kaminari said, "what are you guys doing here so early?" he asked, trying not to sound disapointed.

Bakugou eyed Kaminari, "the real question is why are you here so early, you're never early."

"Hate to admit it, but he's got a point, Kami," Sero said, looking worriedly at the shorter boy.

Kirishima went over to him and wrapped an arm around Kaminari's shoulder, Denki felt his heart begin to race and his lungs tightening. Denki pulled away, he felt his throat itching but he tried to shake it off.

"My alarm woke me up earlier than it should've," He muttered, trying not to cough.

Mina eyed him, "are you okay Kaminari?" she asked.

Denki nodded and turned away from them, pulling away from Kirishima, which sent a pang of hurt into Denki's core.

All he wanted to do was lean against Kirishim and hug him and cry, telling him all his troubles. But he didn't, he couldn't. That would be weak, Bakugou would be sure to point that out.

"Come on, we should get to class," he said curtly, his tone taking the other four by suprise.

Denki hurried into 1-A and quickly took his seat. The others followed behind him and were about to say something when Aizawa came in, and decided to start class early, 'just because he could'.

Denki hunched over his notebook, trying to find something to write down in the letters he was leaving for his friends.

He felt something hit against his arm and he looked at the paper that had landed on his desk. He looked around and saw Sero looking at him intently. Denki unrolled the paper.

Meet me after class, I know something is wrong.

Denki looked at it before simply crumbling it up and putting it in his backpack.

Dear Sero...

Thank you, for always being there. I know sometimes I was annoying, but you were the big brother I never had. I sometimes have to remind myself how lucky I am to have you in my life. I know you're probably mad at me right now, or you're sad, or guilty. I don't know, but please don't be. I didn't tell you because I didn't want our last days together to be sad.

That day you told me in class that you knew something was up, I wanted to tell you so bad. I wanted to tell you, to go to my brother and cry and have you comfort me. Like you did when my Aunt died two years ago.

But I couldn't, something inside me was rebelling against the idea of me having Hanahaki Disease, and if I told anyone, it would just make it all too real.

I'm Sorry, and I'll love you always and forever big brother.

Love, Kami.

I tore the page out from my notebook and stuffed it into my backpack. An ache welling up in my chest as I tried to hold back the tears falling down my face.

I wanted to tell someone, the weight of this situation was baring down on me so badly I felt like I was going to break.

But I just had to hold on a little longer, and soon all the pain would be over. I would be free.

~Bakugou's POV~

__AFTER CLASS__

"Something is definitely wrong with Kaminari," Soy sauce said, he looked really worried, "I asked him to meet me after class, but when class ended he just vanished. He didn't even leave without saying goodbye or anything!"

Shitty hair bit his lip, resulting in his lip bleeding because of his sharp teeth, "I know, but he won't talk to us. He keeps pushing us away."

Pink face, who had for once been silent the whole time, spoke up, "Bakugou, you have to talk to him," she said blatantly.

My eyes widened, "what? Why me?" I growled, not that I wasn't worried about the dunce face, but normally I made this kind of situation worse.

Pink face rolled her eyes, "because, you're the only one he won't push away. He's too scared of you too argue."

"She's right," Soy sauce said reluctantly, he looked at me with something close to desperation in his eyes, "please Bakubro, we're all really worried about him. And I know deep down, you are too."

I looked at him for a moment, then growled and clenched my fists, "fucking fine!" I snapped, "I'll go fucking talk to him..."

Shitty hair looked at me gratefully and took my hand in his, "please, make sure he's okay," he said softly.

A sudden weird protective instinct in me rose up and I nodded without complaining. I had to find out what was wrong with dunce face.

I decided to wait until later to go talk to dunce face. If he had ignored Soy Sauce's request to meet after class, Sparky obviously wanted to be alone for a little. Also, I just didn't know what to say. Besides Shitty hair, I never really comforted anyone before or even was really genuinely nice or caring to anyone. So why was I so fucking protective of this cute annoying shit head?!

I froze in my tracks, did I just say he was cute?

I growled and shook my head, whatever, now was the time to go talk to him, before I started losing my mind over this. I walked to Dunce face's dorm and knocked on the door, and waited for a reply.

((This was sorta a filler chapter, the next one will be better, i hope :| )